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thinking lately "baby, bate me" indigestion if you grate me no longer in the past forget the late me maybe you could date me? drama here in the mountains breakdowns and bus stops kids who feel entitled parents cash in their jeans screaming, obscenes strange scenes heart on my sleeve people here say I'm too deep as the truth creeps like snow melting waterfalls breaking through and I scream just as obscene because the truth is much more difficult and I didn't come here for an easy ride or to build my pride I quicken my stride with thoughts of home as I face the faces who scream, "this is our mountain and we can do what we want with it!" I disagree over quick paces the coarseness of burnt toast the smell of fresh brewed coffee and I quicken my pace quicken so I don't have to feel the weight of their egos so that I can try and break away from my own I feel so alone with myself when did I forget I was here that I'm all I need? I miss the ones I love as I bleed struggling to breed my own love to move on and to move up forgive the past and destroy the ruts another day counting cigarette butts
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May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 4:11 PM UTC
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thinking lately "baby, bate me" indigestion if you grate me no longer in the past forget the late me maybe you could date me? drama here in the mountains breakdowns and bus stops kids who feel entitled parents cash in their jeans screaming, obscenes strange scenes heart on my sleeve people here say I'm too deep as the truth creeps like snow melting waterfalls breaking through and I scream just as obscene because the truth is much more difficult and I didn't come here for an easy ride or to build my pride I quicken my stride with thoughts of home as I face the faces who scream, "this is our mountain and we can do what we want with it!" I disagree over quick paces the coarseness of burnt toast the smell of fresh brewed coffee and I quicken my pace quicken so I don't have to feel the weight of their egos so that I can try and break away from my own I feel so alone with myself when did I forget I was here that I'm all I need? I miss the ones I love as I bleed struggling to breed my own love to move on and to move up forgive the past and destroy the ruts another day counting cigarette butts
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May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 4:11 PM UTC
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